We spent the morning yesterday at a flea market. The night before, I had talked about not going, as I'd had a busy week and a leftover to-do list as long as my arm. But Saturday dawned bright and pleasantly cool, so we headed off on the spur of the moment, in spite of myself.
Armed with a cuppa joe and a little change in my pocket going ching-a-ling-a-ling, we found ourselves strolling the flea. And you know what I bought—the only thing? Bison.
Buffalo Gals Won't You Come out Tonight...
Yep, bison—as in meat from a local farmer who raises 'em grass fed. And last night, it was what's for dinner. Bison burger, a big honkin' one-third pound patty, and some grilled asparagus with red peppers on the side. It was wonderful. Absolutely no weird or gamey flavor whatsoever. Better than beef, no kidding.
So where did the Pyrex come from? Well, Norm found the chartreuse bowl for me last week. I found the aqua casserole yesterday after we got home from the flea market. We weren't quite done junking, I guess, because we ambled downtown and stopped at St. Vinny's where I spotted the casserole, complete with a layer of dirt and grease, but no price tag.
At the counter, I pointed out the lack of a tag to the clerk. "How about a dollar?" I offered, expecting to get a laugh in return.
"I was thinking more like a dollar and a half," said the clerk. Well, who could argue with that? I took it home for an hour-long soak in hot, soapy water, and it came completely clean.
Shawnee (How I Love Ya, How I Love Ya)
Norm also bought me this cool V-shaped Shawnee planter last weekend while out with a friend. I think it's part of the Touche line from the mid-'50s, in a speckled, or salt-and-pepper glaze.
This thing has about a 13-inch wingspan, but it's not real deep or wide. What would you plant in it?
For now, I think I'll just plant some fabric.